Random thoughts, poems, jottings, and as it says, musings. About anything and everything!
Thursday, 19 January 2017
Not being 100% well, I was looking for quotes to end the day about coughing, and I found a perfect one in a stanza in a poem by Shel Silverstein. I’ve never come across his writing before but this poem reminds me very much of Hillaire Belloc’s Cautionary Rhymes for Children.
Sheldon Allan "Shel" Silverstein (930 –1999) was an American poet, singer-songwriter, cartoonist, screenwriter, and author of children's books. He styled himself as Uncle Shelby in some works. Translated into more than 30 languages, his books have sold over 20 million copies. He was the recipient of two Grammy Awards, as well as a Golden Globe and Academy Award nominee.
Here is a wonderfully funny poem, and so reminiscent of childhood. My mother was very strict that if you were not well enough for school, you were not well enough to go out at weekends either, so we never tried it on like Peggy Ann! We also followed that policy with our own children, and I think it is a good one.
“I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There's a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .............. Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!”